I Came Home For Thanksgiving And Found A Note Saying I Had To Care For My Husband’s Stepfather

my wedding ring on the coffee table next to an empty port glass and walked out of a house that had never quite been a home into air that smelled of autumn and possibility and the specific freedom of a life that belongs entirely to the person living it.

Somewhere, I was fairly certain, Victor was raising a glass.

I rolled the window down and let the cold continue reading …